On the Heels of our 11th show

Rome.

Hello again.  I am writing you from Paris!  This message is long overdue, but the days have been filled with driving (well, sleeping in the van while our driver does the real work), unloading, sound checking, virtually pulling our hair out because once 8 people try to get on the internet at once the network seems to waive a white flag just before imploding, playing a show, drinking wine, and then packing everything up again.  Afterward, we stay up too late, sipping and talking (and some of us playing poker) until an early wake up call after which we do the whole thing over again.  This, cyclical, ever-moving way is how we spend our days.

The last few shows were great.  Rome was so incredibly packed.  The people eagerly cheering before songs were even though.  Camera flashes to my left.  A blur of dancing bodies to my right.  The room was alive.  People were pumped about the show and that always makes all the difference.  Drenched in sweat, we finished our set and returned for an encore.  Good spirits all around.  And so the clouds began to part on my grey emotional haze.  

 We had one more show in Ravenna, Italy before we said goodbye to our Italian promoter (he'd been traveling with us in the van for the past few days) and pushed on through the snowy heights of the Italian Alps, through Mont Blanc (the highest mountain in all of Europe) and into Switzerland

Two shows in that country.  First one, well, we'd hardly slept and drove 6 hours so..I'll let that speak for itself.  But last night was awesome, I thought.  We are prowling through Western Europe.  Just a few more days on the mainland before we take the Chunnel to England!

I feel like I am everywhere, and its begun to sink in a little more.  What a peculiar and specific and dizzying way to see the world.

Ravenna, Italy.

Italian Alps.